What To Make Of Me

I might know a little more than you about girls and curls and the weight of the world but I don't know quite what to do

When I can't stop thinking of you

And you might know a little more than me bout stars and guitars and making ends meet

But you don't know what to make of me

I know that you don't know what to make of me

I thought I was immune to this kinda pining

But it Lends itself too well to aimless driving

So as I make my way to Georgia I'll leave my candle burning for ya

And wonder if you're wishing you were the flame

And wonder if your lips in the shape of my name

you might know that I'm a bit obsessed

With your dirty blonde shag and the way that you dress

I wanna just crawl around in your life

Maybe share a cocoon and one day we could fly fly fly

I thought I was immune to this kinda pining

But it Lends itself too well to aimless driving

So as I make my way to New York City

I'll think of the way you called yourself pretty

And wonder what kinda word you might use for me

But know deep in my heart that we could never be

Cus I know that you don't know what to make a of me

Yeah I know that you don't know what to make of me

As i make my way back to LA

I'll get a little drunk at the end of the day

And tell my friend that you're too blind to see

The goddamn miracle that I made of me